Page 25 of Return to Clan Sinclair
Finally, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
She had never seen a man disrobe as quickly as Bruce. Seconds later he was naked, but this time she could look her fill. She didn’t get the chance. He gripped her shoulders with heated palms, brought her forward slowly, his smile visible in the faint light from the sitting room.
Her knees were going to give out any second.
“I should ...” Her voice faded off.
He slid his hands around her waist, placed them flat on her back and pulled her closer.
“You shouldn’t do anything, Ceana, you don’t want to do. If you want to leave, you’ve only to say the word.”
She bent her head to look at his growing erection. The sight of him on the beach had given her no clue to how large he was. Bruce was a magnificent specimen of man. She drew her hand over his chest and down his flat stomach. How beautiful he was.
He drew in a breath at her touch.
“Say the words now, Ceana,” he said. “A few minutes from now and I won’t be able to let you go.”
She wasn’t a frightened miss. She’d been married seven years to a man she loved. Desire had never been a stranger to her. She knew passion, felt joy in her husband’s arms.
Until this moment she’d never thought to feel that again. Until this man kissed her she’d thought to live her life with only memories of those times.
The choice was hers whether to go or to stay. Just as the choice to come here had been hers. He hadn’t come to her room. He hadn’t cajoled or attempted to convince her. She’d made this decision alone, just as she made the next one to remain.
She looked up to find him smiling again, the expression at odds with the intensity of his gaze.
Her hands trailed up his back, wound around to the back of his neck, pulling his head gently down.
“Kiss me,” she said.
How quickly he obeyed.
Take me.
Would he do that as well?
He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her as if she weighed nothing and stretched her out before him on the mattress.
Bending, he placed a kiss on each shoulder. His mouth traced a path from between her breasts before kissing his way up the slope of one to place a tender kiss on one nipple, then the other. He kissed his way down her body to her navel, his tongue darting out to taste her. His hands stroked up her legs, his mouth and fingers meeting at the junction of her thighs.
Suddenly he was kneeling between her legs, his hands beneath her buttocks lifting her for his mouth. When she would have protested, he slowly slid a finger inside her, teasing her even further.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stop.No, please, never stop.
She bit her bottom lip to silence her moans as he flicked his tongue against her.
“Please,” she said, without meaning to speak.
He didn’t answer, only continued with his delight-filled torment.
Tentacles of need spread through her body, each one carrying fire. Her hips arched as she planted her feet on the mattress, arching her hips toward him. Her heart was racing. Her breath was tight.
“Please,” she said again.
He only smiled and separated her with his thumbs, another finger gently entering her. She didn’t want his fingers; she wanted him. She wanted him to fill her, ease the emptiness.
Her mind scattered as she exploded in a shattering climax of wonder and delight.
Long minutes later she blinked open her eyes.
